born a demon

The place where Chu Ci and Kunlun stopped was a border land in the southwest called Lanzhou.This Lanzhou City is neither big nor small. It is one of the frontier fortresses, but the wealth here is far better than others. Other countries.

The current dynasty is called Daliang, the emperor’s surname is Li, and his name is Li Hao. He has been on the throne for more than 30 years. He has the heart to govern the country but is not good at using people. Ridiculous, especially doting on a saint named Lian.

Even Lanzhou City, which is far outside the imperial city, has a statue of a saint.The strange thing is that the common people are still very respectful to this. Every [-]th day of the Lunar New Year, they have to go to the Holy Maiden Temple in the east of the city to worship, in order to pray for the safety of the family and the country, and the succession of descendants.

When Chuci saw the statue for the first time, he said four words: "She is not human."

Kunlun asked why.

Chu Ci said: "The brows are narrow and long, like a monster, and the posture is like a lotus. It looks like a sword with awe-inspiring sword spirit. People don't look like this."

"Is it a demon?"

"It doesn't look like it either. It's probably a Sanxian who has attained enlightenment, a sword cultivator." Chu Ci looked at it for a moment with his chin in his hand, and said, "It's just that her appearance is too sharp. Well, I look familiar."

"Isn't immortals forbidden to participate in mortal affairs? Folk worship is like this, so it stands to reason that there should be nine lightning strikes in the heavenly court."

Chu Ci replied without thinking: "This statement is wrong. The affairs of heaven are not clear, let alone the affairs of the world. Monsters, ghosts, demons, including immortals seem to be wandering outside the world, but secretly There are countless collusions with mortals. Fame and wealth, or just for their own comfort, one identity is far from satisfying them. If I guessed correctly, there are sword cultivators in Daliang, and there will be demon cultivators and ghost cultivators in other countries Xiu, some royal families are demon cultivators themselves. If they hacked one by one in the heavenly court, they would not be able to hack them if the hands of Lei Gong and Dian Mu were useless. Where there are people, no, no, no, including other creatures, as long as there are things with a heart, they will always fight each other."

Chu Ci looked up at the statue of the saint, his face was gloomy, and he seemed to sneer before he said flatly: "People's hearts are always more unpredictable than you imagine."

Kunlun stared at her blankly.

She shook Kunlun's hand, and her voice softened: "What about you, just stay by my side and ignore those bad things."

Kunlun nodded slightly.

Chu Ci led her out of the Temple of the Holy Maiden, the gloom on his brows disappeared, and he suddenly asked with great interest, "Kunlun Kunlun, when was the last time I brought you out?"

He is completely different from just now.

"6 years ago."

"So long? I just don't have any memory. Let's find something new to play with."

"I heard that there are river lanterns at night, we can go buy some first."

"it is good."

Kunlun held and loosened the empty hand hanging by his side, it was so sticky and sweaty.

There are two flowers, one on each side.

Jiang Yang calculated according to his own thinking, and felt that the king would definitely not be in the capital, so he urged the emperor of heaven to go directly to the imperial capital in the world.Jiang Yang had guessed correctly, the two were thousands of miles away from the imperial city, and it was really impossible for them to run into the Emperor of Heaven.

"Ah Yang, the world is really too prosperous." Heavenly Emperor, no, Feng Jun sighed like this, "It's just that I think everyone looks at me a little strangely."

The Emperor of Heaven's real name is Jun, and his mother's surname is Feng, and the one who takes care of himself after being born is called Feng Jun.

Jiang Yang glanced down at the cuffs of Long and Shan who were blinded on his boots, and said, "Ah Jun, you have the appearance of a celestial being. These mortals may have never seen it before, so they made a fuss."

A few rows of hairs sprang up on Feng Jun's back, and he hurriedly quickened his pace.

"Master, please do me a favor."

"Grandpa, just reward us with a bite of rice. We haven't eaten for three days."

"My child is still sick in the ruined temple."

I don't know if Feng Jun was born with the appearance of being slaughtered, or what, but as soon as he turned a corner, a group of beggars pounced on him, yelling some nonsense before Feng Jun had time to hear clearly , His robe was torn in a row, and both feet were grabbed by two dirty little beggars at the same time, and it was only after he realized what these people were doing.

"Okay, okay," he raised one hand high, a gentle yellow enchantment popped out of his body, and gently swung away the little beggars who were hanging on him, "Come one by one."

Then he untied the big money bag hanging on his waist——Yi Jiangyang speculated that it might have been prepared for him by General Rolling Curtain, and embroidered a pair of dragons playing beads, which was really careless, including the outfit, Jiang Yang now thinks It must have been bought by that idiot Roller Blind.

The largest restaurant in the capital is called Wangxian Tower, nine stories high, intriguing, carved beams and painted buildings.Not far from here, Jiang Yang looked at Feng Jun and listened carefully, as if he could still hear the sound of the zither.

The top floor of Wangxian Tower is a hollowed-out pavilion specially designed for the saint.

There are layers of vermilion curtains, and when the wind blows, a red figure lying on the soft couch can only be seen faintly.

Nine beauties in white gauze and white dresses with long beaded hair danced in the wind in the curtains. The people inside said "OK" softly, picked up the wine cups with bare hands, and drank them all in one gulp.

The waiter nodded to the dancers, and the beauties lifted the curtain one by one, moved lightly with lotus steps, and waited in front of the person.

The folk customs in Daliang were open, but the officials headed by the emperor were absurd and reckless, and the holy daughter of the holy family, even if she said that she was a woman, so what?All the court officials not only did not object, they even secretly sent beauties to the Holy Maiden's Palace, but Lian confiscated none of them, and without him, she couldn't reach her eyes.

So there was this absurd thing about choosing beauties in Wangxian Tower. Courtiers or wealthy merchants paid tribute to beauties, and danced a dance in Wangxian Tower to win the word "good" from the saint before they could enter and be selected by the saint.

These beauties include pure ones and seductive ones, basically everything is included.Every beauty has incomparable confidence in themselves, and no one will obey anyone when they dance, but they all come with a mission, and they all stand in front of the saint with their faces and hearts at odds.

Holy Maiden: "Lift up your head."

Those beauties raised their heads according to the words, but after seeing the face of the person in front of them clearly, they immediately lowered their heads in shame.

There are beauties in the world, and there is another kind of people called celestial beings. The saint is nothing more than this kind of person, with slender feet and waist, and bright eyes. Her eyebrows are extremely long, as if inserted into the temples obliquely, which is more lingering than ordinary women.The eyes are long but not thin, and the end of the eyes is wide. When looking at people, they are always slightly raised, and they are indescribably gentle and charming.

She was dressed in red, and she stepped barefoot on a white fox fur mat, with a monster blood lotus tattooed on her ankle.The whole person seems to be full of righteousness, which is really contradictory.

There is no one in Daliang who has never seen a statue of a saint, but when they see a real person, they will come to the same conclusion as Chu Ci: she is not human.

No mortal can grow up like her.

The saint yawned lazily, and said to the waiter: "If the people below still send this kind of goods, there is no need to come again."

"Oh? This capital seems to be a great person, let me take a look," she frowned, and a sky eye opened in the center of her forehead. After a while, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Yixie's aura became even more obvious: "It's Jiang Yang."

This time it's time to play.

But how could she be with the Heavenly Emperor?